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"One misstep can lead to a violent love-triangle" In the year 2050, Planet Earth is under alien occupation. The Terils had taken control over the planet after humans were on the cusp of destroying all life due to their love for violence. The Terils were adamant in saving Earth and chose to preserve the planet by creating a unique marketing strategy that would involve a species of super humans known as the androids. The androids were humans with technology improvements. This created a new caste system where androids enjoyed the luxuries of life while humans fought and begged for any scrap left. Among the chaos stood syndicates: crime groups led by androids that stole and started wars among each other for ownership of the city. Some humans took advantage of this opportunity and delved into a life of crime. Lara Doe, a twisted Robin Hood, has success in robbing from androids homes and syndicate bosses until she finds herself caught up with the possessive Weston Syndicate Boss-Noe Weston. Noe claims her as his and forces her into marriage. Lara soon finds herself involved in a turf war between two android bosses and reunited with a long-lost friend who has been in love with her. A deadly love triangle forms and Lara must decide if she wants to be seduced by the handsome and ruthless Noe Weston or her sweet childhood friend Adrian Dolan?

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My family's company was on the brink of bankruptcy—its cash flow severed, the entire operation teetering on collapse. My fiancé, Andy Goor, was prepared to lend me money to keep things afloat. Just as I was about to say yes, a barrage of floating comments swept across my vision. [Don't agree—no matter what you do!] [The company's bankruptcy and cash flow crisis are all part of Andy's scheme!] [He's after your family's assets. If you accept, your whole family will end up sleeping under bridges for the rest of your lives!] [Your father will die after jumping off a building because he can't afford treatment. Your mother will be beaten to death by debt collectors. And you—you'll be sold into a nightclub. Just thinking about it is tragic!] A cold smile curved my lips. Without hesitation, I reached out and took the bank card Andy had sent over. Because in my previous life, I had believed those very comments and refused his help. After that, the company slid into bankruptcy, beyond saving. My parents were driven to their deaths, both forced to jump from buildings. And I was sold by creditors to an underground clinic, where my heart and kidneys were harvested before my body was dismembered. Only after I died, my soul drifting aimlessly, did I learn the truth—this had all been orchestrated by my so-called best friend, Chelsea Beatriz. Every single one of those comments had been fabricated by her. Disillusioned with me, Andy turned his investment to her company instead. She took my place—effortlessly stepping into my life—and married him. This time… everything I went through? Someone else gets to carry that weight now.

When the bodies of his informats start turning up dead at every corner ; an assertive and confident journalist who is entangled with the mafia finds himself in a race against time - for his life.

"Eve Spencer, I just got into an accident. I hit someone, and I think he's your son!" The day after getting her driver's license, my best friend, Esther Lawson, insisted on driving alone to pick up her son from kindergarten. I warned her that the road was full of heavy trucks and told her to practice a few more days. She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. I'm a great driver!" She floored the gas pedal and sped off. Not long after, she called me. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. She said she hit a child at the kindergarten. The boy's face was covered in blood, and he looked like my son. I froze. My son had a fever today. He didn't even go to kindergarten. So who had she hit?